Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman
Salut Salon plays Vivaldi the way it was meant to be played - TO THE DEATH.
On an evening when Mars is so bright and you gaze upon her face and you want to be everything she needs and everything she wants. You kiss her goodnight, and you keep kissing her; partly because you don’t want to go, but mostly because each kiss you give seems inadequate and you don’t want to finish with “that” one.
This is when it seems like you are the only beings in the universe.
You and her.
Oh. And the two guys on the other side of the apartment complex who are taking out their MANY, FULL GARBAGE BAGS out the noisiest way they can by letting them drop off the second floor breezeway onto the sidewalk below.
"I don’t want toTHUNKgo…."
"I don’t want you toTHUNKgo, either, but, we doTHUNKhave to go to work tomorrowTHUNK."
"It’s completeTHUNKly ridicuTHUNKlous: I’m standing right in frontTHUNKof you, and I missTHUNKyou already."
"Is….THUNK….is there a wayTHUNK I can leave the complex and notTHUNKpass by themTHUNK?"
I don’t think I’ll achieve anything else that could be that great.